The Moon

Timeless thoughts of weighted memories

Alienated by a painful distance

The fun and laughter are now long gone

As is the thought of times of old

A new beginning embarks in grayness

Leaving behind it’s sorted treasure

The tiresome journey will be taken in darkness

As a warm solemn moon painfully offers guidance

New lands are courted on the quest for new light

Craving to be amazed by their glow

Remember the moon though not brightly lit

Let it comfort the trials of the rough seas

Someday you might find your new light of dawn

But navigate carefully, for when you look back

Your moon might be gone.